Goodby, My Brother

Black storm clouds raced acoss the foothills
Sheets of dark rain drenched your pastures.

With the shudders of your last breaths.
We held hands and prayed around you.

Lovingly, my thumb closed your eyelids.
The sun poured out on your newborn calves.

On the way home
We drove through the brightest rainbow.

Goodby, my brother.

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About Ciletti

Jim Ciletti, an award winning poet, filmmaker, and author, is the 2010-2012, Poet Laureate of the Pikes Peak region, and for 41 years, poet-in-residence for the Orme School Fine Arts Festival. Jim gives many workshops on the writing and performance of poetry, and makes poetry house calls to create personal poetry events. Ciletti loves everything Italian, including cooking for family and friends, and loves to plant garlic, make homemade wine, and eating peaches and plums. "Everyday is Christmas, but you don't always get everything you ask for. Sometimes more. Poetry celebrates life."
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One Response to Goodby, My Brother

  1. Jim, it’s distressing to know you’re going through this. I hope (read: know) you’re finding strength in poetry and in your immense natural energies. My thoughts are with you, amigo…

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